Smack the Dog

Chapter 37: Saturday Night Fever
Author: Foofy
Rating: NC17
Summary: Viggo’s payback scheme has unexpected results

*

Saturday took a while to come. This was due to a number of reasons, not least because Sean’s body ached every time he moved which made living generally more of a hardship than normal. Their little session of survival sex had pulled every muscle at least twice more and tortured every bruise, and the headache hadn’t fully vanished for two days. Needless to say the filming was a lot more agonising than normal, and the worst thing was he had to try and suffer in silence to avoid production getting wind of the damn thing.

And then of course was the waiting itself. Sean still had enough paranoia in him to believe that their little fight was only just the beginning of the larger war. Hell, villains never disappeared off quietly when they were supposed to in the films. They were always plotting and scheming and cropping up whenever you weren’t expecting them, normally with an array of expensive equipment and vast amounts of imagination in where to shove it. Sean could give them a suggestion.

Viggo and Dave seemed quietly confident that these battle plans weren’t being thought up. Not that Sean had a chance to speak to Dave much, the redhead making sure that he was never nearby for more than a few minutes whenever Sean turned up on the horizon. However, Orlando’s routes of information seemed to be unhampered, and it was more often than not that messages from Dave and Karl came via the Orlando Answering Machine (leave message after the bounce).

Karl, on the other hand, was certain that people were desperate for revenge, according to Orli. Mind you, he always had been a little more on the paranoid side of the tracks and certainly anyone who had been banged over the head to the extent that he had was probably entitled to feel a little more defensive than normal. Unsurprisingly, the man had been unable to convince the filming team that the bruising on his body was as a result of a persistent door, and therefore he had been given a week off to recover. Rumour had it that he was spending most of this time around Dave’s, but then again the rumour mill was never that specific about what actually happened there. There were a good percentage of people who assumed they were simply playing scrabble. Perhaps they were. Sean really didn’t want to try and speculate.

Plans were definitely being drawn up for the proposed Saturday evening, however. This wasn’t just a date, this was a whole bloody strategy game. Sean would have worried about this more had he any idea what Viggo had planned, but, alas, Viggo kept his plots close to his chest. He refused point blank to discuss them, and Viggo being Viggo, the chances of asking him outright were normally slim anyway. Any query on the subject, no matter how general, simply caused those blue-grey eyes to fall on the questioner thoughtfully, as though the questioner’s role in Saturday’s proceedings was being enhanced and increased by every word that was uttered.

As a point of self preservation, Sean soon belted up about the subject. Orlando had been even quicker to do so, although this was probably due to the fact that he was able to discuss it with Dave and Karl. The younger man had managed to confide to Sean on the Thursday when Viggo had popped out to discuss battle scenes with Peter.

” – so that’s what I think is going to happen,” he finished. Sean had simply looked at him blankly.

” Let me get this straight,” he said slowly. “ You think that Viggo’s going to try and do some sort of orgy?”

” Pretty much,” Orlando didn’t seem at all bothered by this and was grinning broadly. “ Well, that’s what we reckon anyway. Karl’s not keen. He thinks he’s going to get spanked again, although he didn’t say it in so many words.”

“ And Dave?” Sean wasn’t entirely sure whether to be fascinated or simply scared by this conversation. Surely orgies went out in the 60s? Were there going to be flashing lights, cheesy music playing in the background and vast amounts of fake fur fabric draped over everything that could be draped upon?

Orlando shrugged.

“ Dave says he wants to reserve judgement until he hears exactly what Viggo has in mind,” he replied. “ He doesn’t think it’s going to be that easy. Mind you, this whole event is supposed to be making things up to Dave, isn’t it?”

“ Apparently,” Sean was cautious about this little label, remembering only too well whose idea it had been to bring Mackenzie in at the start. How much Viggo would have conveniently forgotten was certainly open to interpretation. However, Orlando wasn’t really paying Sean that much attention whilst he was trying to concentrate.

” I think we’re supposed to be doing it at Karl’s as well,” Orlando said slowly, thinking it over in his mind. “ Apparently Karl has a really big living room….,” the younger man trailed off as he took in Sean’s white face. A frown made an appearance, the younger man leaning forward and placing his hand on the blonde’s leg. “ Sean? You okay?”

“ Me?” Sean managed to cough out an answer. “ Sure. Yep. Fine,”

The sofa demon was coming to get him, like a fat upholstered version of Freddy Kruger except with matching cushions. Sean tried to get a grip on himself before anyone else did, and managed a smile towards Orlando who was looking at him as though Sean had threatened to jump off a tall building.

” You don’t look okay,” the younger man said carefully.

“ Honestly. Fine.” Sean had to look away towards the living room door, although he was careful to keep that casual expression on his face before he really started to scare people. Heaven alone knew what was happening in his mind. The whole Karl episode had been *sorted* for Chrissake, revenge obtained, peace and goodwill towards Karl captured. He knew that. So it wasn’t a particularly nice fact that Sean’s stomach currently felt as though it was swirling like a washing machine, his heart rate had increased to something that could outrace a hummingbird’s wings and cold sweat had already started to weave its way down his back with silent dedication.

What he wouldn’t give to be able to burn that fucking sofa… perhaps he could buy it from Karl and have a barbecue.

Orlando was giving him the kind of expression that was normally involved when unstable mental patients were around. A comforting hand patted his knee as though this would in some way manage to make things better. What was more shocking was the fact that it might well have done, the movement managing to break through the hold that the nerves had taken on his mind to allow Sean to focus on other things.

Quick, change the subject. Something. *Anything*.

“ D’you know what Viggo got delivered?” he asked finally, springing on the first thing that came into his head which wasn’t directly linked to home furnishings. Orlando looked startled.

“ Delivered? When did he get this?”

“ Yesterday morning. Big box he had to sign for, but wouldn’t talk to me about it,” Sean was about to continue when he caught the expression that was gracing Orli’s features and had to pause. “ What?” he asked slowly and suspiciously.

“ It might be nothing,” Orli said hastily, leaning back in his chair.

“ And then again it might be…?” Sean raised an eyebrow. Orlando looked uncomfortable and shrugged.

” It might be anything. Like catalogue items for example,” Brown eyes deliberately didn’t look Sean in the eye at this little comment. Sean frowned at him, the only catalogue springing to mind being the Argos one from the high street and the likelihood that Viggo was going to get secretive about plates, cutlery or a new set of pillow cases was dubious to say the least. Orlando coughed again.

“ From specialist stores?” he prompted. The confusion cleared a little, only to be replaced by a startled expression as Sean worked out exactly what this might entail.

“ Specialist stores being the Bondage Warehouse, right?” he asked slowly.

“ Whips R Us type thing, yeah,” Orlando shrugged. “ You bring, we paddle. Bound for your convenience. Everything boxed under one roof-“

“ Okay, enough!” There were only so many mental images Sean could put up with before it all got a little too disturbing. Orlando brightened.

“ There’s a couple of catalogues in the bedroom. We could investigate further,” Orlando took in Sean’s expression and shrugged. “ Or not, of course. You look a little … tense, Sean,”

“ Do I?” replied Sean through gritted teeth.

“ Don’t tell me you’re worried,” Orlando sighed. “ You know what Viggo’s like. He’s not going to go crazy on you,”

“ I know. I also know what Karl’s like and he *might* go crazy on me. You know those two have never hit it off,” Sean shook his head stubbornly. “ And then that’ll cause Dave to go quiet and reflective like he always does, and Viggo’ll take that to mean something entirely different, and suddenly we’re on punishment planet from hell because Karl raised an eyebrow which set off Dave who set off Viggo who .. okay what’s the matter with you?” Sean had to pause for breath, eying Orlando who was definitely giving him a funny look.

” You’re a twat sometimes, Sean,” he said in an affectionate manner. Sean pondered whether to take offence and then decided he couldn’t be bothered. They would just have to wait and find out what the fates had stored up for them.

God, he hated surprises almost as much as sofas.

*

There hadn’t been much hot water left in the shower Saturday afternoon after Orlando had finished in the bathroom. So squeaky clean you could eat dinner off his stomach, Orli was already dressed in jeans and t-shirt by the time Viggo returned from the Black Lagoon or whatever mysterious place he had disappeared to. There was a quick glance in Orlando’s direction, blue gaze travelling down the younger man’s body as though inspecting the troops.

“ Get undressed,” he ordered. “ You’re wearing something different.”

Orlando looked at him blankly for a minute, then obediently stripped his clothing. Sean wasn’t surprised to note that the younger man hadn’t bothered to put on underwear, the material probably causing more problems than it solved. Sean’s eyes scanned Orlando’s body appreciatively for a moment, before returning to his magazine article.

A few moments later, his eyes returned to view the new outfit with casual interest. The magazine was lowered almost immediately as Orli’s new image hit his visual sensors like a baseball bat on a china plate.

“ I thought the point of clothes was to hide the naked body from view?” he hazarded. Viggo’s gaze flickered towards him then back at Orlando who was standing unselfconsciously, the leather-like trousers stretched tight over skin, the tight black t-shirt made of sheer material giving more than a hint at what lay beneath. Orli brushed his hands over his trousers as though checking the fit, swivelling on the ball of his foot. Tight buttocks encased in tighter leather presented themselves to Sean’s gaze.

The younger man was hotter than the Sahara desert at noon. It took all Sean’s willpower to avoid staring at him so long that the man’s body was burned on the back of his eyes.

“ Good,” Viggo sounded pleased, as well he might. Sean raised the magazine and attempted to begin reading it again. This attempt was foiled badly by the fact that clothing was suddenly dumped on his lap, burying the article in the material. Sean looked up with weary patience at Viggo.

“ You got me some clothes?” There was little enthusiasm in Sean’s voice. Tight black and sexy clothes were all very well on Orli, but they started becoming a little more alarming when leather was aimed in his own direction. Some people achieve fishnet, others have it thrust upon them…

“ There’s a dress code. I didn’t think you had any clothing that was suitable. Oh, and put this on,” What appeared to be a leather band was dumped on top of the pile of clothing. Sean frowned in it’s general direction, not immediately recognising its use. Viggo smiled slightly. “ You might need Orli to show you how,”

Okay, so they weren’t talking bracelets here… Sean took in the size of the ring, the realisation on where it was supposed to be going not far behind.

“ Viggo…,” Sean wasn’t sure where he was going with that sentence. It wasn’t a protest as such. After all, these things were apparently pretty damn common, even if they did look like they were from the nearest dungeon. After all, you could go into Ann Summers off the high street and find tons of cock rings. Just not on him.

Viggo raised an eyebrow, waiting. There was a brief risk assessment. Sean sighed and stood up, unbuckling his belt and sliding down clothing.

“ Orli?” he said grudgingly.

The younger man dragged his gaze up to Sean’s green eyes. Sean smiled grimly to himself, and waved the ring at him. Orlando grinned a wolfish grin and knelt at Sean’s feet to oblige, a strange feeling of pressure suddenly applying itself to Sean’s nether regions which almost felt as though Orlando just hadn’t bothered to let go of him. At least this one looked like it had a fast release button on it. Sean had seen several which were just solid metal, and that definitely looked like you were likely to end up in casualty department with a nurse brandishing a hacksaw to get the damn thing off again.

Sean shifted uncomfortably and took another glance at the clothing which had been provided. Green eyes moved back to Viggo slowly. Viggo smiled at him sweeter than a child with chocolate. There was another risk assessment hurriedly completed in the back of Sean’s mind.

“ We’re supposed to travel to Karl’s in these?” Sean asked slowly. “ What happens if we’re stopped?”

“ You implying that I’m a bad driver?” Viggo folded his arms.

“ No, I’m implying I have very poor luck,”

“ You’re going to a party, Sean. It’s not a difficult excuse. And you’re hardly indecent anyway,” Viggo rolled his eyes, apparently feeling more than a little generous on his mood today.

“ Give me time and I’ll make him indecent,” came Orlando’s offer from the other side of the room. Sean resisted the urge to cuff him round the back of the head and simply pulled on the tight leather trousers, feeling the snug fit of the material as soon as they slid over his hips. The fishnet t-shirt was pulled on just as slowly, the material draping over his chest in what was undoubtedly a pretty way. The fact that Sean felt like an utter pillock obviously didn’t mean anything.

Orlando was swift to move near him as soon as the clothing was on, his hands brushing over Sean’s chest, feeling the hard bullet points of his nipples through what little material was actually covering him. Orli’s eyes were gleaming with interest. Sean caught hold of the younger man’s hand in warning, stilling the movement and giving him a no nonsense look. Orlando’s eyes flickered up at him cheekily.

“ What, no starter?” Orli was about to say more when a hand swatted his backside from behind.

“ No. Leave him alone and get yourself ready. We leave in five minutes,” Viggo took a brief moment to assess the pair before nodding to himself and leaving the room. Sean shivered, and put a finger underneath the waistband of the trousers. To say they were snug was an understatement. His legs felt like they were spring-loaded.

“ Well, this is looking promising,” Sean had the emotional expression of Eeoyre in his voice. “ I didn’t think Dave was into this sort of thing.”

“ Didn’t you?” Orlando was messing around with his own clothing. “ Well, he’s good at keeping things quiet isn’t he,”

“ He said he was straight initially,” pointed out Sean. “ That’s not quiet, that’s lying. *And* he said he didn’t like anything that kinky. In fact,” the blonde paused, thinking about it. “ the little sod’s been lying to me since the day I bloody well met him.”

Orli glanced at him worriedly. “ But you’re still okay with him, yeah?”

Sean growled to himself, then sighed. “ Yeah. Fuck knows why, but yeah. D’you know if all of this is Dave’s idea, or is it Viggo being creative again?” A hand was gestured at his clothing. Orli grinned at him and shrugged.

“ Does it matter?”

Sean had to concede the point.

*

Karl’s house bore absolutely no relation to the entrance to Frank N Furter’s home in the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but this didn’t stop Sean feeling like he was about to start playing the part of Brad. Viggo didn’t help this mood at all; the older man had been particularly focused and uncommunicative as soon as they had reached the car, as though he was going through lists in his mind. Orlando was as bouncy as ever, a dog shivering with excitement at the thought of going out for a car journey.

Of course their ‘costumes’ – because there was no way on this earth that Sean ever wanted to think of them as every day clothing – had an additional element to add to it. Viggo hadn’t said anything as he carefully fastened the collar around Sean’s neck, but the pat on the shoulder suggested that certainly the older man was in a much better mood than Sean had dared hope. The cold metal of Sean’s tag lay once again over heated skin, glinting in the light that was left. Incredibly it managed to calm Sean’s stomach a little more.

Orli’s collar seemed to have had a bell attached by the amount of jangling that was being produced. More than once there was a swipe of the hand towards his rear by Viggo, who had grown either impatient or simply irritated by the younger man’s bouncing. Not that this deterred Orli in any way, shape or form; the youngster simply grinned back at him and bowed his head in submission briefly, before returning to the Previously Scheduled Programme.

Thankfully they hadn’t been stopped by anyone en route, although Sean had shrunk back against the car seat after a driver of another car stared at them incredulously whilst they were waiting for the red light to change. The trousers were already clinging to his legs like limpets to a rock, the cock ring still making itself known although this wasn’t half as uncomfortable as Sean was expecting. Mind you, this was prior to anything actually happening in the lower department of his trousers. Things could only get more complicated.

The engine was finally switched off. Viggo stared towards Karl’s place with a look of interest, then glanced back at Sean and Orlando who were both watching him with a dedication that was worthy of monks in the far flung reaches of the mountains.

” I want the pair of you to shush as we go in. Understood?” Viggo raised an eyebrow at them. The eyebrow, funnily enough, was obeyed. Sliding out of the car, Sean took one further look at the house that they were entering and felt a cold shiver work its way up his spine before forcing himself to follow Viggo who was already rapping on the front door with his knuckles.

Dave had thankfully been quite quick on answering the door, as though having already been alerted to the fact that a swift response would be gratefully received by all. Sean’s previous question on whose idea the costumes were was soon answered by the expression on Dave’s face as he caught sight of them. Never before had Sean managed to see something quite so open, although the surprise was quickly smothered by the Australian who merely stepped back to allow them entrance.

“ Nice kit,” he commented, when it was clearly obvious you couldn’t really get away with not saying a word on the subject. It would have been like having a fully grown lion in your front garden and choosing to comment on the gnomes. “ You didn’t need to go to this sort of trouble, mind you.”

“ I beg to differ,” Viggo smiled politely at him. “ Where’s Karl?”

“ He’s through here. Follow me,” Dave dragged his eyes back from Orlando’s nipples which were clearly visible through the material of the sheer top, and walked towards the living room. Sean felt his stomach tighten as they moved closer, aware that Orli was giving him a concerned look but being simply too busy keeping his body under control to be able to respond properly.

The living room was almost the way Sean remembered it. The hateful sofa was still there, as were the chairs, the décor. However, what hadn’t been there before was Karl in that sort of outfit. Sean bit back a grin. Orlando had no such compunction and was chuckling to himself. It was only after a hard look from Viggo that the humour reduced to a bearable level.

Karl was not looking a happy bunny. His top – such as it was – was almost tighter than Sean’s, the PVC glinting in the lights of the room. There also wasn’t much of the damn thing either, showing off muscles that were still bruised and multi-coloured from the fight. A scrape showed vividly on one forearm, a black bruise still showing on Karl’s eye and cheek.

Sean’s gaze drifted lower. Tight trousers again, but Karl’s had more zip features involved in it. In fact, they were placed in some very suspect areas, that suggested that how you put the trousers on was not necessarily the way you took them off again. If you needed to take them off again, that was. Easy access all round by the look of it.

There was an amused look on Dave’s face.

“ As you requested,” he commented at Viggo. “ Took a bit of a fight to get it on him, so he might be a bit tender. I tried not to bump any of the bruises, but there’s a lot to avoid.” An affectionate expression was aimed at Karl, who shuffled on his chair and didn’t say anything, his eyes full of wary suspicion.

Viggo nodded idly, stepping forward. Karl’s dark gaze moved upwards as Viggo paused, only a few paces away, studying the man.

“ I don’t mean to ruin the dramatic moment,” came Dave’s voice again, and it seemed it was he who was the only one brave enough to draw Viggo’s attention onto himself. Mind you, being able to wear your usual clothing probably did wonders for your self confidence. “ but are we allowed to hear exactly what you have planned?”

Sean felt Dave’s gaze drift on him again and managed to keep his back straight. Viggo shook his head slowly.

” Not yet. Am I allowed to hear yours?”

” Not yet,” Dave smiled pleasantly, and went to sit next to Karl, putting his hand on the man’s thigh as though in protection. “ You guys can sit down if you want to. That is, if you’re able to,” he added thoughtfully.

Plans? They had plans? *Both of them?*

Sean managed to snap out of the little daze he was currently occupying and glanced towards Orlando. Orli at least was looking a little more apprehensive, but then again it was obviously having a battle against the growing excitement. Sean had a suspicion that if he put his hand on Orlando’s arm he would find the young man trembling as though he had a constant low electrical current whizzing through him.

Karl’s expression had darkened a little more, but on the plus side at least his mouth was remaining shut. It was never advisable to rub Viggo up the wrong way, especially given the fact that Viggo might well take this a little too literally on your own body. Every so often Karl’s eyes flickered to Dave as though seeking some sort of support or assurance. Dave patted Karl’s thigh with his hand, his own gaze never wavering from Viggo’s.

Sean shuffled to a chair and sat down, Orli perching on the chair arm as though seats were being rationed. Viggo, unsurprisingly, remained standing. The blonde was beginning to suspect it was to do with the dramatic moment rather than anything else, up until the point where Viggo walked towards the table stood behind the sofa. Sean had been so busy focusing on other things that he hadn’t really paid attention to it.

“ You okay with this, Sean?” Dave’s voice suddenly cut through the air, breaking his concentration. And that wasn’t the usual voice that Sean normally associated with Dave either; the Australian sounded exact, precise and definitely a little brisker than normal. Sean nodded silently, trying to resist looking back at Viggo and his Bag Of Tricks. Willpower struggled with Self Preservation.

“ He’ll be fine. He always gets a little nervous at the start,” came Viggo’s contribution from the tableside. Sean gritted his teeth and willed himself to remain silent. Karl’s eyes flickered to his in what appeared to be mutual support, which was also a little freaky.

However, Viggo had more to say.

” You’d better inform them of the rules,” the older man was busy with his bag and didn’t bother to look up. “ Before we have any accidents,”

What, they were going to pee on the floor or something? Sean frowned at Dave, who at least looked a little flustered, the expression of one who wasn’t expecting to have to do this part. However, he recovered incredibly quickly, the embarrassment disappearing from whence it came. Karl was also giving a side glance at Dave, obviously having been kept in the dark as well.

“ These are the rules which have been decided. Anyone who has a problem with them, take it up with Viggo,” Dave spoke clearly and precisely, as though indicating the fire exits and asking people to make sure their chairs were in the upright position before takeoff. “ Firstly, no names. You refer to everyone by their character name starting from the end of the rules. Secondly, you do as you’re told, without question or argument. I think I was supposed to underline the argument part,” Dave glanced back over to Viggo who nodded casually, whilst still unloading the bag. Dave shrugged and settled back in his chair, stroking Karl’s thigh like a master criminal with a cat.

“ Thirdly, if you don’t want to do something speak the safety word,”

“ I didn’t agree to that,” Viggo’s attention had been grabbed from the bag. Dave didn’t flinch.

” No. But that is the third rule, and I believe this whole thing was supposed to be for my benefit?” he asked softly. There was a pause from Viggo who was simply watching Dave with a guarded expression, then laughed to himself and turned back to the bag.

” You might regret it,” he commented. “ Never give them the option. They think about it too much,”

“ Okay. Point noted. Rule still stands,” shrugged Dave. “ The word is Pineapple. Eomer, floor,”

There was a brief moment whilst the others managed to get their minds into gear at the last instruction. Karl’s gaze had fixed upon Dave immediately as though he was about to protest. However, he finally and grudgingly slid off the sofa to sit on the floor. And slid was the correct term as well; given the slippery nature of the trousers the younger man found himself in, Sean was only surprised it hadn’t happened sooner, especially as Karl was one of nature’s slouchers.

Once properly positioned, Dave started to play with Karl’s hair idly and definitely in a manner that suggested this wasn’t the first time that the Australian’s fingers had explored his friend. Sean would have raised an eyebrow had it not been for the fact that both were already up. So scrabble seemed to have been out then. Karl seemed content to simply sit on the floor, although a steady look was being aimed at Sean as though warning him not to comment. Sean was perfectly happy about this little suggestion, given that Viggo had returned and was on the prowl.

The stiffness in Karl’s muscles betrayed the tension that was obviously racing through his body like whippets after a hare. Viggo paused to the side of the sofa, cold blue eyes assessing Karl before turning on Dave, who was staring back at him as though expecting a territorial match. There was a small smile at the corner of Viggo’s mouth before that too vanished to leave quiet intensity.

“ Whenever you want Boromir, just say,” he said quietly. “ You know the terms of the agreement. Legolas! Here,”

Orli slid off the chair, looking as un-elf as humanly possible, eyes shining with interest. Sean stayed where he was, trying to work out what was happening in his own mind. Just Boromir, eh. Obviously payback wasn’t enough to cover the use of both himself and Orlando together, and now he *really* felt like a whore, except now he had a pimp on the side and a pricelist he didn’t know himself. Heaven alone knew if he had any “specials”.

Another thing that only heaven knew was why Karl was in this predicament anyway, dressed in Viggo approved clothing and wearing a scowl that suggested that he wasn’t begging on his knees to be included. On the other hand, he didn’t seem like he was begging on his knees to be let out either. A mystery worthy of Scooby Doo, although the Mystery Machine team were going to have to put up with adult ratings for at least one show should they start investigating.

Sean realised that Dave’s eyes were on him thoughtfully, like a child faced with a blank canvas and a pack of crayons and not entirely sure what to draw. The Australian’s fingers were still playing with Karl’s hair in a way that was very suggestive of Viggo himself, idly showing his power over the man who sat below him. But Dave wasn’t like Viggo. Dave was sweet and nice.

Wasn’t he?

Sean stamped down this paranoid thought. He carried on this way, he was going to see threats from everyone from Peter Jackson to the milkman. Of course Dave was nice, the very notion of the safety word guaranteed this. Of course, having a safety word suggested that there was something to use it *against*, but that was probably just Viggo’s ‘plan’. No way was there going to be two predators in this game. It didn’t work like that. There were territories, there were boundaries, and Dave was so far off a predator that he probably needed a map to return. After all, predators didn’t just sit around looking sweet and innocent and wait for prey to barge into them, did they?

*Welcome to my parlour said the spider to the fly….*

Sean was just reminding himself how many seriously dangerous spiders Australia was prone to when there was a moan from his right. Viggo’s hand was already resting on Orlando’s waist, touching his skin through the fabric, the rise of Orli’s arse pressed up against Viggo’s crotch. There was a far away look to the younger man’s eyes that suggested that Viggo’s other hand was stroking other places, an attack that was not entirely unexpected from the rear.

Viggo met Sean’s gaze calmly and steadily, as though Sean’s fate was already sealed. Sean cursed his stupid overdramatic imagination and looked back at Dave, who presumably held Sean’s future in his hand. Nice, sweet, innocent Dave. Hadn’t he already covered this bit?

“ Boromir,” Dave spoke softly, still caressing ‘Eomer’. “ Come here,”

Like a nervous dog towards their new master, Sean thought grimly. He glanced towards Viggo again, used to instructions coming from this quarter, but no instructions presented themselves to be obeyed. Viggo was just watching him, as though it didn’t mean anything more than Dave borrowing his lawnmower. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Dave glance towards Viggo as well, following Sean’s gaze. Viggo’s expression tightened. Sean could almost hear the words as though the older man had spoken it.

*Do as you’re told*

Sean allowed his eyes to slide back to Dave again in assessment. Okay, he was thinking too much about this, he knew he was. And what *timing*! He’d had a chance to think about this all bloody week and now, like a student who hadn’t bothered to revise, he was desperately trying to play catch up in the last five minutes. He liked Dave, he knew that. Liked him enough to know that sleeping with the Australian wouldn’t be anything other than a pleasant thought. Dave’s appeal had grown the longer he had known him, especially when compared with the more blunt and coarse example of Karl. Sweetness was nothing if not a novel experience.

But surely they could make it up to him some other way? Whatever happened about buying the next round? When did repayments turn sexual on him?

Obviously he had been thinking far too long about this as Dave’s expression grew ever more guarded.

“ This won’t work,” Dave said softly, towards Viggo. Viggo gave a grunt of annoyance.

” It will. *Boromir*,” it was a low growl, the alpha male wolf making a reappearance and cuffing the weaker pack members into line. Dave shifted, his fingers playing with Karl’s hair again as though desperate for something to do, blue eyes falling on Sean sadly.

“ No. Let him go if he’s unhappy,” Dave’s fingers started to work a little more on Karl, leaving their nest of hair and trailing down the soft skin of Karl’s neck, causing the man to shiver. If Sean wanted any more confirmation that they had been enjoying each other’s company a lot more than simply sharing drinks and a chat he received it by the closing of Karl’s eyes to Dave’s touch, the little hitch in his breathing. How long had that been happening? Surely Karl would have objected to Dave staying overnight at Sean’s if they were fucking?

Men, Sean decided, were decidedly odd.

Sean was aware that everyone was now looking at him, Karl’s eyes slowly and lazily opening to rest his gaze on him. Orli’s expression was one of surprise. Viggo’s was one of dark pointed look which could only get worse the longer Sean left it. And Dave’s was one of resignation, as though the man had already predicted this situation.

Viggo growled again. Sean could only imagine the punishments that this refusal would bring, but still that wasn’t what was foremost in his mind. No, that was simply those sad blue eyes resting on him, waiting for him to leave.

Sean got up and crossed the space, kneeling down in front of him.

” What do you need, little brother?” he asked softly. There was the flicker of surprise in Dave’s eyes, then a smile at the corner of his mouth.

“ You going to be calling me little brother throughout this?” he asked softly.

” What’s a bit of incest between friends?” Sean smiled back. There was a mock groan from Karl, who received both a side punch from Sean and a push from Dave. The groan developed into a yelp as Sean’s gentle punch connected with a bruise.

“ Shit, sorry mate,” Sean was appalled. Karl rolled his eyes and rubbed the bruised area with a hand.

“ Fucking Gondorians,” came the almost cheerful mutter. Dave raised an eyebrow.

“ Excuse me?” he asked politely. There was a pause whilst the ‘Rohirrim’ suddenly reassessed the statement and its wisdom, before bowing his head a little more. Dave smiled and glanced towards Viggo in what was obviously a prearranged look, given the acknowledging nod from Viggo.

Pre-arranged… didn’t Dave say that he wasn’t sure what Viggo’s plans were? In which case, *how* had that been arranged? Unless one of them had powers of telepathy which they were keeping very hidden indeed, Sean had been with Viggo the whole bloody time. Sweet, innocent Dave had been lying again.

A cautious expression drifted past Dave’s eyes at Sean’s sudden hard look, but Sean suddenly couldn’t focus on that as Viggo began to cross the room. Karl had also straightened and was watching carefully, obviously not privy to the same information his lover had been given. The Kiwi’s actions were that of a man who was trying not to panic. Sean knew that look well.

With Orli tagging along beside him like a sheepdog following his master, Viggo moved forward, his eyes sliding between Sean and Karl as though the man was busy choosing exactly who he was planning to attack first, a shark prowling in the waters deciding on the weakest prey. Sean could see Karl stiffen at this, the younger man obviously less enthusiastic about Viggo being let loose in the room. The fact that Viggo had managed to obtain a weapon in his hand also did not slip past their notice. Sean couldn’t entirely make out what it was, but it was unsurprisingly black and appeared to be made of leather. Viggo was obviously persistent in his choice of sexual toys.

“ Eomer,” came Viggo’s voice finally. “ Stand up, and come here. Boromir, make your brother more comfortable,”

Sean didn’t think that Karl would do it. In fact, Sean assumed there would be higher chances of Karl attempting to flee from the room than actually do what Viggo said without argument, so it was a more than a little shock when the younger man paused, scowled slightly, but moved onto his feet nevertheless, his body hard and proud as he crossing the small distance between them. With his free hand, Viggo traced a finger down Karl’s cheek, watching him idly. However, the misty look in the older man’s eyes cleared almost immediately as Viggo stared back at Sean.

“ I seem to remember giving you an order?” he commented. Sean shuffled a little further on his knees and glanced back at Dave who was watching him guardedly. The blonde carefully laid his hand on Dave’s thigh, watching the younger man carefully. A flash of something crossed in Dave’s eyes, before that too was replaced by a wary expression as though Sean was threatening to bruise him rather than caress.

The lightest of fingers brushed against the crotch of Dave’s jeans, Sean watching him cautiously to ensure that this was what was required. There was a faint shift of the younger man’s hips, the bottom lip slightly bitten, but other than that there was no indication how fast and how far Sean was supposed to be going. Growing a little bolder, Sean increased the pressure, feeling the hard bulge through the fabric of the jeans, watching the light blue eyes grow darker as Sean’s fingers gently caressed him. Okay, so this wasn’t technically making him more comfortable, but at least it was a start.

Sean’s hand soon progressed to the zip of Dave’s trousers, scanning Dave’s eyes for any indication that this was not what he was supposed to be doing. The blonde knew his gaze was steady, which was just as well. Knowing Dave, if he had any idea how much Sean was trembling internally, how fast his heart was racing, the whole thing would have been called off before Sean’s tongue got within a foot of Dave’s groin.

However, Dave seemed happy. Tense, but happy. The zip was slowly lowered, as though Sean was worried about setting off some type of trap that was set off with motion detectors, resisting the urge to glance over his shoulder at Viggo and Orlando. He was certain he could feel Karl’s glare on his back already, but that was ridiculous; Karl would be focused on Viggo entirely. There was no power on this earth which could ever change the older man’s presence in this, Viggo’s ability to ensure that all eyes were focused on him should he ever enter a room.

Sooner than Sean ever considered possible, the zip was down. Dave watched him as Sean cautiously ran his finger over the exposed skin, across the material of the boxers that the Australian was wearing and carefully sliding into the younger man’s pants themselves. Sean wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting, but the slow closing of the younger man’s eyes as though he was slowly bleeding to death was more than a little scary.

Sean edged forward a little further, his body positioned firmly between Dave’s thighs, his hand gently releasing Dave’s length from the confines of the trousers. And now the younger man’s eyes were back on him, curiosity marking him down as a target, waiting to see what he would do. Last chance to back out; the only other possibility of abandonment from this point on would be discomfort with a particular method rather than an objection to who he was doing it to.

There was a pause. Finally, slowly, his green eyes fixed on the wary blue ones, Sean bent his head and carefully licked the head of Dave’s cock as though a child with an ice-cream. He could feel the all body tremble through the palms of his hands, almost making a direct beeline to his own groin, the silent need of the other man who seemed determined not to ask or plead for it. Dave was obviously happy to die for Quiet Nobility.

Bugger that for a game of soldiers. If Sean was going out he was going out with enough noise to let the dead know he was coming.

Dave was stronger than Sean had imagined, however. At the feel of mouth sliding over the head of his cock, Dave’s eyes slid shut again, his panting controlled. And that was it. No moan, no squeak, no groan or plea. The willpower was enough to drive any normal man insane. At least with Viggo he normally allowed you to hear his pleasure in your work. Sean had a sneaking suspicion that Dave would be able to keep quiet even if Sean bared his teeth and bit down on him hard.

The blonde had to shuffle closer again to get a better position, his hands resting either side of the man’s hips to allow himself balance. And now the game was on; abandoning all fears about what he was doing, Sean simply focused on the task in hand, his tongue flickering over the head of Dave’s length before he moved lower, sucking, caressing, listening for the first squeak that would come from Dave’s throat. His hand moved slightly to tickle Dave’s flesh as he did so, adding to the torment.

One minute … two….

Nothing. The man was obviously going to be stubborn. Well, Sean supposed it ran in the family. ‘Faramir’ really wasn’t the type of man to collapse in a little heap should he be shown the slightest favour.

However, Sean was really working him already. Every little trick, every little favour that Viggo and Orli preferred had been used at least once already, except those which required a little more finger action and a lot more trouser removal. There was no way that his little brother was going to win this one. None.

Despite all of Sean’s dedication to Dave’s ‘comfort’, he still couldn’t quite forget the other three behind him. There had been noises. Suspicious noises. And because it was all happening behind him Sean had no idea what was actually happening, although at least there weren’t any screams or sounds of leather striking skin which could only be counted as a Good Thing. Sean traced the outline of Dave’s cock again with his tongue and was about to slide his mouth over the younger man’s length as far as he could happily take it when Dave placed his hand on his shoulder, his eyes focusing on Sean. Despite Dave’s refusal to make a noise, Sean could still see the strain in his eyes, the changes in his body that suggested that buttons were definitely being pressed.

“ Boromir,” Dave’s voice was a little cracked. “ Stop a minute,”

Sean obediently sat back, waiting for his next order. He didn’t want to think of how easy this was becoming. The word whore flickered in the back of mind for a moment, then was forced away. Dave was hardly some bloke that Viggo had plucked off the street. And Sean had already surrendered himself to Karl’s charms, even if it was a little more Prisoner than he had been expecting. Calm down dear, it’s just good honest sex.

Somehow he wasn’t expecting to see that in the commercials any time soon.

Having noticed that Dave’s gaze was focused away from him, Sean allowed himself the luxury of looking around. It was pretty much this point where his heart thudded hard in his chest and the throbbing in his trousers suddenly reached unbearable levels, not least because of the restrictions that his flesh found itself in.

Viggo was all but devouring Karl. That was the only way Sean could put it. The younger man was being swept along with Viggo’s actions, standing pretty much still whilst hands roamed over his body and Viggo’s mouth varied from kissing Karl firmly on the lips to sucking at the sensitive points on the man’s neck, causing even more pretty patterns to be formed on the poor sod’s skin. Orlando wasn’t much better; he was stood behind Karl, his mouth close to the man’s ear, obviously murmuring something in a breathy voice whilst his hands explored under the PVC outfit. Sean could see the tremble of Karl’s body as the man desperately tried to stay upright, the flushed look to his skin, and couldn’t resist an evil grin. Sean had been worried that he was going to have serious problems sharing his partners again, but the only serious feeling was the now overwhelming pulse in his groin at the sight. What he wouldn’t give for a camcorder.

One glance back at Dave made this slightly less desirable. Dave had the look of a man who wasn’t entirely sure whether he liked what he saw, like a youngster about to ride on a fast and dizzy ride at a theme park. His eyes were fixed on Karl, his tongue running over his bottom lip as though for something to do.

“ Dav… uh… Faramir?” Sean murmured, remembering himself just in time. “ You okay?”

Blue eyes darted back to him in embarrassment.

“ Sorry,” Dave was obviously shaking himself mentally and refocused on Sean. An easy smile broke out on Dave’s lips as the man gazed at him. “ You want to take off that pretty shirt of yours now?”

However, Sean wasn’t convinced. Dave had already lied to him on a number of occasions. Once more was unlikely to make a serious amount of difference. Equally, he could sense that the younger man just wanted to watch the other three, almost as though checking that the man Dave had lent his toy to wasn’t about to break him. Dave noticed the expression and frowned.

“ What?”

“ You want to watch them? I can do that if you want,” The art of the well behaved slave, voice low and humble, eyes missing nothing. Dave frowned a little harder as though unwilling to accept what he wished to do, or merely annoyed that Sean was pushing it.

“ Just take off your shirt, Boromir,” There was that odd sharpness, which was only softened by a little smile at the end. Dave must have realised his voice was slipping away from him as his voice softened further in apology. “ Sorry. Long day,”

“ Hmmmm,” Sean stripped off the fishnet top and carefully put it to one side, looking back at Dave who had almost definitely turned his attention back onto Sean with fresh enthusiasm, even if that frown hadn’t quite left his eyes. Behind him, Sean heard a helpless moan from Karl, a little noise that spoke of vulnerability. Dave resisted the urge to dart his eyes back at him, but Sean could see the desire to do so clearly.

“ Dave, if you find this uncomfortable please tell me,” Sean placed a hand on Dave’s leg, looking at him. Blue eyes turned back to him, slightly narrowing.

“ The rules, Boromir,” Dave reminded him softly.

“ For fuck sake, *Faramir*-,” Sean amended, an eyebrow raised. Blue eyes shifted immediately behind him in caution. Sean felt himself freeze.

“ I’m not sure whether to be more annoyed by your breaking of the rules already or the fact you seem to be quizzing your current master,” came Viggo’s soft tones behind him. “ Is there a problem?”

“ No, we’re okay,” Dave smiled at him, the concern so far hidden that it was almost difficult to imagine it had ever been there. “ My brother was just worrying over me again.” Sean felt Dave’s hand rest on his arm and gently stroke him, Dave’s eyes still resting lightly on Viggo’s. There was the faintest of pauses, then Viggo spoke again, his hand resting on Sean’s shoulders.

“ Worried? And what would he be worried about?” Soft. Gentle. Sean felt himself tense even further.

“ Dave?” Obviously Karl was forgetting the rules as well in his concern.

Dave’s eyes flickered from Viggo to Karl, and Sean suddenly noticed the fact that the Australian was getting very tense indeed. There was an element of fear in his eyes that was suspiciously like a cornered animal, as though Dave would bolt out of the door should the opportunity arise. Dave stroked Sean’s arm once more before fingers stilled once more.

“ I thank you all for your concern, but I’m fine,” Dave seemed the last word in casual, although they were all familiar enough with him to see the nerves that still flickered in the background. “ Besides which, Boromir is here to protect me from any nasty happenings, remember?” There was the faintest of grins. Viggo’s hand tightened on Sean’s shoulder for a moment, then slipped off.

“ If you’re certain,”

“ I am,” A little more confidence in Dave’s voice there. Sean sighed a sigh of relief and patted Dave’s thigh himself, smiling at him warmly. There was a pause, and Dave smiled shyly back at him, obviously unhappy about being the centre of attention for everyone’s concern. After one last suspicious look, Karl finally moved back to Viggo, the older man having already moved away. Sean could almost see the relief in Dave’s eyes as he shuffled out of the spotlight.

Sean stayed perfectly still as Dave leant forward, tracing his finger over Sean’s bare chest in assessment. Sean twitched as finger reached ticklish spots.

“ You don’t seem quite so tough when you’re down there,” mused Dave, almost to himself.

“ I’m not that tough anyway. It’s a mirage,” Sean started to caress Dave’s thigh with his hand. “ Soft as a puppy dog, me,”

Dave’s eyes flickered down Sean’s body then back up again. There was a faint smile on his lips.

“ I hope not,” he replied. However, when Sean attempted to continue to stroke Dave’s thigh a hand caught hold of his own, stilling the movement. Quizzical green eyes looked at him cautiously, noting the careful way that Dave’s gaze darted to the others in order to check whether he was being assessed.

After only a short consideration, Sean shifted position, moving to sit next to Dave on the seat and putting two fingers up to the prospect of hands and knees master-slave relationships. Dave looked back at him, curiosity winning over whatever caution was playing in his mind. Sean leant forward, nuzzling Dave’s neck gently.

“ You’re still lying to me, *Faramir *,” Sean murmured softly, placing his hand on Dave’s thigh. “ What’s the matter? And don’t give me that crap about being fine. I know you’re not,”

Dave was silent. Sean could feel the younger man’s body tense under such focus. Sean nuzzled the Australian’s neck again, licking the lobe of Dave’s ear, his hands gentle on his new ‘master for an evening’. He’d get this out of him one way or another, starting with the more pleasurable ways of persuasion.

” Well?” it was almost a breath in Dave’s ear.

And it was this point that Dave pushed him off and bolted from the room.

TBC